Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman REBORN! was created by Akira Amano

Claimer: I own the plot and the OCs; nothing more, nothing less.

Warning: takes place before Gola Mosca is acquired and a detailed description that could make people uncomfortable

Pairing: BelOC

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Does he seriously not remember? Aria asks herself as she stares at Prince the Ripper from the corner of her eyes. He was eating waffles like her.

"I know you're staring at me," Belphegor tells her, swallowing his bite of his waffle. "Are you angry that I caused you to cut your finger?"

"Why would I be angry? I slipped because you were trying to tell me about my show," Aria answers with a calm demeanor as she cuts into her waffles. Not only if she still confused about yesterday, but she's also angry as well.

"I shouted on purpose. I wanted you to cut yourself."

"Now, why would you want that?" Aria asks with a carefree tone.

Either she's doing this on purpose, or she's seriously this stupidly oblivious, Belphegor tells himself. "It's because I can't bring myself to cut you, so to make up for that I made you cut yourself."

"You found no trouble with it in the car ride here," Aria states for no apparent reason.

That's right; Belphegor had no trouble make pretty red jewels pop out of Aria's neck. Why couldn't Belphegor resort back to that? He knows it's because of the silent permission, but why should he need silent permission to cut someone? He was Belphegor, Prince the Ripper—Purinzu za Rippa!

"And I found no trouble while cutting up that girl on your bed either. Maybe it was because I was pretending you were her," Belphegor states for a reason.

The dark brown-haired girl freezes. She was about to stuff a piece of a waffle into her mouth, but it seems that statement stopped her from doing so. Aria closes her mouth and sets the piece of waffle back down onto her plate. She had no problem with killing people, but when people were killed for no reason other than entertainment, or because someone was bored, that was going too far.

"I seriously can't figure out how you live with yourself."

"Ushishishi, simple… I enjoy what I do," Belphegor says with a murderous grin.

Oh, what wonderful emotions of emotional pain, Belphegor thinks to himself, reveling in the sort-of pain. Any kind of pain will do at this point when it's coming from this emotionless girl.

"You enjoy yourself so much that it's a sin," Aria mumbles as she eats her bite of her waffle.

What else will he do when he's bored? Should I leave him by himself? Aria thinks to herself. She didn't want another person bleeding their life away in slow and agonizing pain. It's a terrible way to go.

"Ushishishi, so how's your finger doing?" Belphegor asks with a large, tantalizingly joyous grin.

As Aria chews on her waffle, she glances at her bandaged finger. She thought that this supposed royalty would drop that subject. Even though she's angry about him causing her to cut her finger, the silent girl can't help but remember the feeling of Belphegor taking the newly-leaked blood from her finger in the bathroom.

Aria swallows her food and answers, "It's doing better now. The bleeding's stopped for a while, and now it just needs to start to scar over."

"That's a shame. I quite enjoyed the taste of your blood. I enjoyed it just as much as the taste of my own royal blood, ushishishi," Belphegor almost seems to giggle. "Ushishishi, I almost wanted to taste that girl's blood to see if I could really convince myself that it was you."

The Prince's grin widened further when the Italian girl turned to him with an appalled and horrified glare. This is all it took in order to get specific reactions out of the girl? This would be easier than Prince the Ripper thought it would be. Where was the fun?

I'll start working on finding out how else I can cause you pain, Belphegor says without words. He couldn't help but wonder if she could hear his statement in his grin. The sixteen year old teenager can only imagine Aria's fantastical reaction to that statement.

"I look forward to the day that I'll actually let you cut me up some artistic designs that will scar over and be like my own personal tattoos."

If only Aria would actually say something like that. Belphegor would enjoy nothing more than to give her some designs that were as permanent as tattoos.

First, the ink would spill out in beautiful torrents of crimson red. Second, the skin would turn into a lovely pink that was almost kissable. Third, the skin markings would be different from the rest of the skin which would show his work of art; his tattoos made from his dangerously hard silver knives.

Oh, how he would enjoy the feeling of a blade skimming across the surface of warm skin. Ah, the glorious feeling of that warm skin being torn in half like a pathway made when a person walks through a field of wheat, the only difference is that his blade would make would leave behind planted seeds of blood which would quickly grow and spread into puddles of a warm, sticky liquid.

What pitch would her screaming be? Would she scream in a high pitch like the girls who are wondering how could something like this happen to them? Would her scream be in a low pitch like when all people can feel is the pain as his sharp blades dance across the skin like how figure skaters dance on ice? Would her face be constricted with pain, or would her face be wide open in horror?

"Did you hear me?"

Belphegor turns to Aria who's looking at him with that usual emotionless stare he doesn't always enjoy. He frowns since she had to interrupt him from taking pleasure from his world made up in his mind.

"Shishi, no."

"I said that after we go to see Beto, you'll come along with me somewhere else. Don't ask where for now," Aria repeats in a shortened version so she doesn't lose Belphegor's attention again.

"Tch, when will this be done and over with? I want to get rid of him as soon as possible."

"It won't be until he's done paying off his debt," Aria retorts, trying not to sound annoyed.

"Then make him pay faster. The Prince doesn't enjoy the way you almost seem to worship him. If anything, you should be worshiping your Prince," Belphegor tells Aria, thinking it makes perfect sense. "It's common sense."

"That's not common sense, you're trying to tell me you're jealous," Aria points out.

"Ushishishi, that's not the same," Belphegor points out to Aria.

It's the same thing… Aria wants to say, but decides against it. She doesn't want to argue with someone who seems to be as pig-headed as Prince the Ripper.

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The sound of blasting music was muffled by the concrete walls of a building. There's a line waiting by what seems like the only entrance. Someone walking by the entrance would be able to see many people, dressed fashionably, walking by and bathed in a dull light. Barely seen to the left are lights that change colors from red, blue, green, etc.

Belphegor and Aria were at a club. Belphegor was relapsing what caused him to know why they were here. What better place to find low-lives who need to borrow money from a guy who can stoop down to their level?

After the session with Beto—that Belphegor attended—Aria had her and Belphegor had gone back to the hotel. When Belphegor's constant asking of why they were doing such a thing had annoyed Aria, she just told him that she had to get changed into something else before they headed out to see what Beto's reputation was like outside of his house.

Belphegor was lying on his bed, flipping through the channels on the television with annoyance. He never really liked these infernal contraptions when he could be outside doing something much more exciting. Aria had told him he has no need to change, while she does.

When the bathroom door opened, Belphegor turned. He raised an eyebrow in surprise at how Aria's changed from wearing some baggy clothes, to wearing something an actual girl would wear.

It seems she managed to tussle up her hair with some sort of product so her hair was forced to be somewhat curly. She was wearing a black tank top with a looser red and black plaid and loose tank top on top. She was also wearing black skinny jeans with red sandals that were modernized versions of what the Romans used to wear.

"… Where are we going?" Belphegor asked to try to figure out what place needs Aria to dress like she is.

"We're going to head to a club. It'll be a good place to start to find out what happens to people Beto deals with," Aria answers, and even goes more in-depth so Belphegor isn't totally in the dark.

As Belphegor and Aria entered the club—Aria presenting faked IDs—she couldn't help but think of one thing.

It's so I can justify getting rid of him and his family… although I still don't want to get rid of him, Aria adds onto her thought process.

When they come inside, Belphegor sticks close to Aria. He surveys the area, which could potentially be his battle ground.

The music was almost deafening, the bass pumping to a beat was threatening to burst his eardrums. The DJ could be seen on a platform raised above the dancing and jumping crowd. His body and face were lit up by the strobe lights, flashing lights, different colored lights, rays of lights, and the occasional mist set out that had faded away.

Then there was the crowd. It seemed to be like a chaotic entity all of its own. People who were by the DJ were jumping with the music, letting it carry their mind through whatever world they were seeing. The people further were grinding up against bodies all around to the point it almost seemed like some people were dry-humping. It smelled of sweat, smoke, and letting it all fall away.

Prince the Ripper grins. This was his type of place. It was dark, and the lights made it hard to identify faces. He could start cutting people and they would never know where it was coming from, let alone warn other people. But he knew if he wasn't careful, he could get carried away. What if someone tried to steal his tiara?

Belphegor keeps his wide grin as some girls pass by, smiling and giggling at him. Just from those giggles he could tell what their screams would be like. Purinzu za Rippa knew what his looks were like, and he sometimes used that to his advantage for girls who would do anything to have a guy who looked like he did.

Aria had seen this. She can't necessarily say that she likes the way that Belphegor is grinning. She also can't say that she liked how he was getting attention already. They needed to keep on the down-low, didn't they? Well, at least, that was her excuse for feeling like this.

It was time to search. The Italian girl moves away from Purinzu za Rippa. He turns to her immediately when he feels the lack of body warmth from sticking so close behind her. He frowns, at least wanting his peasant to announce when she wanted her and the Prince to leave. Belphegor presses after her as she heads to what looks like the bar.

She takes a seat, and so Belphegor takes a seat next to her. The bartender looks at them with a critical stare, obviously not believing them to be of age to even be sitting there. Aria waves him over and when he does come over, she asks for two glasses of water with salt along the rim and a lime, too.

It doesn't take long for him to give the drinks to the two teenagers. Belphegor crinkles his nose, not so sure that he'll like the sour taste to his water. Aria doesn't seem to care as she turns in her seat and looks out to what looks like a crowd.

The pounding music was starting to get to even her. She felt it pulling at her innards, toward the mesh of bodies.

Aria turns to Belphegor and leans close to him so that he can hear her over the music. "Do you see any doors beside the exit?"

Belphegor turns to look around. He nods toward one place that, indeed, is a door that doesn't belong to the exit. There were only a couple of guys standing next to it, but they didn't look like they were guarding it any way. It seems they were there just to chill out and have some room to breathe.

After some time, Aria managed to chug down the water she was given. Belphegor was only half finished. Aria stands up and Belphegor turns to her curiously. He wasn't grinning anymore. The aroma of human bodies was getting to him, and dampening his mood.

"Try not to cut anyone!" Aria shouts at Belphegor over the music.

Belphegor leans close to Aria's ear. She suppresses a shiver, telling herself that he only wanted to tell her something.

Or maybe he wanted to ask her something. "And where are you going?"

Aria leans away from Belphegor and gives him a somewhat blank stare. He doesn't like that it makes him feel stupid. All Aria tells him is, "To dance, what else? How else am I going to meet people I need to know?"

Before Belphegor could say anymore, Aria quickly left him behind and disappeared into the ocean of bodies.

[[Read the text under the line. It's a bit important, and like an explanation for the chapter]]

Personally, my favorite part of this chapter was when we had a glimpse of Belphegor's sadistic point of view. I quite enjoyed that. To tell the truth, I enjoyed writing this chapter.

Also, I know that many of you probably won't like that I put this story into a club. I can't say that I necessarily like it myself, but I think I'd rather it take place in a club instead of them going into some alley and march right up to some "gangsters" and demand what they know. This will carry on into the next chapter, so bear with me.

Anyway, I will need THREE reviews-since two reviews came so easily that it surprised me-in order for me to update. I need to write up the next chapter, which will take time. That's what waiting for three reviews will give me: time.

If you guys didn't like the chapter, then say so. I want constructive criticism. I DO NOT want any of that cursing-you-out-'cause-I-hated-this crap. It. Does. Nothing.